[ DiMA couldn't quite make an assessment of that yet, honestly, though Nick could ask. He's already noted several differences and mentioned the most striking one -- the fact that they're having this conversation so amicably in the first place. ]
An alien? Seems we really do get pulled in from all over, I met one who might call himself something similar as well. Though I'm sure your friend is... nicer.
[ Starscream was friendly enough to him, being mechanical, but there was an undercurrent of speciesism DiMA hadn't been certain how to navigate as a fellow newcomer. ]
Hopefully he'll come to understand that humans aren-- oh. [ ....kitty??? ] Hello there, little one.
[Nick glances DiMA's way as he interrupts himself, seeing how he's let his hand linger at the shadows under the bed.]
Is that where you've been hiding.
[That's more of a question than a statement, and one made to the cat rather than his guest. He digs through the draw at the front of his desk, pulling out a stick with feather and a toy mouse attached to it, passing it DiMA's way. The second the toy is out of the drawer, Tripod edges toward the light just a little bit more, the distinct of shape of a cat -- a one-eyed, three-legged cat who sets off internal Geiger counters with his presence, but a cat nonetheless -- visible at border of the shadow.]
The alien I'm talking about is out at sea right now, out with a group on a scavenger hunt for pieces of some artifact. You might see him around the water sometimes when he gets back. He's on the Guard with me, and keeps an eye out for anything lurking in the depths.
[ What's this his brother is passing him? DiMA accepts the stick, and while he might not have specific experience using cat toys it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out how this one works. Especially since the creature under the bed is coming forward with its single glowing eye focused on the dangling mouse.
And so, a broken-down old robot is kneeling on the floor of Nick's room, wiggling a stick to make the toy on the end dance for his pet. With a hint of a smile on his face, even. ]
Here. Would you like to come out?
[ He wants to meet the kitty! But will keep up the more important conversation as well, of course. ]
I did hear about the expedition, yes. Perhaps I'll meet him when he returns. The individual I was referring to sounded quite disparaging about any species -- or perhaps even group with that, all the names he used were unknown to me -- besides his own. Still, polite enough.
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Date: 2018-10-21 05:06 am (UTC)An alien? Seems we really do get pulled in from all over, I met one who might call himself something similar as well. Though I'm sure your friend is... nicer.
[ Starscream was friendly enough to him, being mechanical, but there was an undercurrent of speciesism DiMA hadn't been certain how to navigate as a fellow newcomer. ]
Hopefully he'll come to understand that humans aren-- oh. [ ....kitty??? ] Hello there, little one.
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Date: 2018-10-21 05:38 am (UTC)Is that where you've been hiding.
[That's more of a question than a statement, and one made to the cat rather than his guest. He digs through the draw at the front of his desk, pulling out a stick with feather and a toy mouse attached to it, passing it DiMA's way. The second the toy is out of the drawer, Tripod edges toward the light just a little bit more, the distinct of shape of a cat -- a one-eyed, three-legged cat who sets off internal Geiger counters with his presence, but a cat nonetheless -- visible at border of the shadow.]
The alien I'm talking about is out at sea right now, out with a group on a scavenger hunt for pieces of some artifact. You might see him around the water sometimes when he gets back. He's on the Guard with me, and keeps an eye out for anything lurking in the depths.
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Date: 2018-10-26 09:39 pm (UTC)And so, a broken-down old robot is kneeling on the floor of Nick's room, wiggling a stick to make the toy on the end dance for his pet. With a hint of a smile on his face, even. ]
Here. Would you like to come out?
[ He wants to meet the kitty! But will keep up the more important conversation as well, of course. ]
I did hear about the expedition, yes. Perhaps I'll meet him when he returns. The individual I was referring to sounded quite disparaging about any species -- or perhaps even group with that, all the names he used were unknown to me -- besides his own. Still, polite enough.